So There

Don't you love it when people leave snarky comments on archived posts? Boy, that takes some balls, dunnit?

Today I got a comment from a gentlemen on my post entitled "Missing" who said that I "asked for it" when I allowed my son to ride the school bus.

He also questioned why I wouldn't have picked my son up on the first day of school, and/or gone to school to make sure he knew what to do.

Well, in that post, I explained, in detail, why I allowed him to take the bus. But aside from that...

Ever hear of sneak-a-peek asswipe?

Sometimes known as "orientation". Occasionally called "meet and greet".

Yeah. Pretty much every school in the contiguous United States has it.

What is sneak-a-peek? Glad you asked.

Sneak a peek is a day prior to the first day of the school, where kids and parents go to the school to find the classroom, meet the teacher, find their desk, tour the school, AND WALK THE ROUTE FROM THE CLASSROOM TO THE BUS PORT OR THE CARLINE.

But thanks for assuming I threw my five year old son to the wolves on his very first day of school.

Pardon me for saying so...but since we're being brutally honest here, I feel I can be candid...I've been accused of buying into the stereotype that religious folks are hyper critical, judgemental and self-righteous, and boy...I can't say you've done much to dissuade me from that position.

Way to go.

Okay, I'm done with him now. Back to you, my faithful readers.

You know, I usually just ignore snarky comments. I've been through some stuff on the net that has caused me to develop a teflon hide. I've also learned that not feeding trolls is generally the best way to deal with them, because of their pathological need for attention.

And I honestly don't give a rat's ass what some anonymous shit for brains has to say about me, my parenting, or my character anyway.

I am also quite aware that by blogging, I am pandering my life for comments. It hardly seems realistic or fair to complain when comments are not all praise and accolades.

I think I have demonstrated that I am open to all manner of discussion, and that I don't subscribe to the "agree with me or piss off" mentality.

But that one? Yeah. That pissed me off.

People...I was nearly incoherent with fear. I pictured my beautiful baby boy broken, bleeding, tortured and raped by some maniac. I pictured him cold and hungry and crying for his Mother. I imagined him hurt and bewildered, wondering WHY I didn't come for him.

It's the kind of fear that once experienced, never leaves a mother.

It's the kind of fear that whispers sinister things in my ear every time I have to let my children out into the world. It's the kind of fear that compels me to mentally catalogue my children every time they leave the house and hold my breathe until they come home. It's the kind of fear that sends me to their room every single night, to watch them sleeping and thank the stars above for the few hours of certainty that I have, knowing they are safe and whole.

We mothers put enough pressure on ourselves without judgemental assholes with no inkiling about what it means to be responsible for the safety, the health, the very livelihood of another human being every single minute of every single day....telling us we "asked for it" when something goes wrong.

And things do go wrong, sometimes. Because we are fallible. Mother Nature does not, unfortunately, render us irreproachable upon giving birth. She does not confer upon us the gift of perfection at conception.

We all get tired. We all get distracted. We all get caught up in the whirlwind of daily life.

We all make mistakes. And we agonize over each and every one.

But nobody asks for that.

Fucker.

(Clarification: This particular person did not, to his credit, post anonymously. When I said "some anonymous shit for brains" I was speaking generally of other anonymous shit for brainses who have left snarky comments on occasion.)